“I’d rather listen to your troubles than your eulogy”—my friends on Facebook have posted this. Strangers have shared this. Souls have whispered this in prayer, in hope, and in grief.
We are well into 2019 now, and I thought this was the year to be new. That’s what all the motivational posters keep telling me. Except, I am still seeing a barrage of the same old hypocrisy in politics. If anything, it’s been amplified recently.
I saw a Pearls Before Swine cartoon today where Pig decides that “remain[ing] dumb” is the lesson to be learned after he spends a few days trying to unpack everything happening in the news.
This week is Banned Book Week where book lovers celebrate culturally significant books that were challenged, banned, and censored before they could reach the brains of their intended readers.
Today, I heard a speaker ask his audience of young professionals to consider the costs of not changing. He was speaking about being adaptive in one’s careers, but I started to think about it in terms of how we treat other people. What is the cost if we allow discrimination, bigotry, and abuse to run rampant? I believe we risk losing the beauty in other people because our preconceived bias.
I get called “babe” a lot.
As I sat watching the Brewers vs. Pirates baseball game tonight, the announcers were talking about how parents of middle school baseball players feel pressured to sign their children up for camps, enroll them in travel leagues, identify the player’s prime playing position, and are even worrying about whether their child will get a college baseball scholarship.
During my travels, I've gotten used to making terminal relationships and fleeting jokes and commonalities as if I’m a bartender, a cab driver, or hairstylist.
I’m not convinced that an emoji is worth a 1,000 words, but when it comes to sending messages, all that matters is whether the receiver understood the sender’s message. And if that can be done with a few drawings, more power to emoji lovers.
Wilfred Owen of Dulce et Decorum Est
manned a machine gun near Picardy
mowing down Germans doubly blessed
to die for Kaiser and poetry.
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Crisps almighty! PepsiCo’s CEO Indra Nooyi has finally discussed my most pressing concern as a woman. Despite what you think, it’s not protecting access to healthcare, fighting for equal pay, or combating sexual misconduct. Nah. It was those damn overly-cheesy, noisy doritos. But hallelujah!
Below you will find three, nearly identical Facebook statuses written by Progress and Tea co-founder Samantha Traci. All three posts were shared after yet another mass shooting, so pay attention to the subtle difference.
I keep writing protest poems in comfort:
near middle-class behind a desktop computer
in notebooks full of unlined, acid-free paper
in my mind on the way to work, from work
Recently, I saw Spielberg’s The Post, and I left the theater feeling happy, elated that eventually… yes, eventually... the independent press will raise the alarm again, exposing errors of judgement within the government.
In my hometown, Wednesday nights were for catechism. Young Catholics, who attended the public school by day, would invade the closest Catholic school, expecting to learn a bit about God and definitely causing a mess. I had a goody-goody reputation because I didn’t dare put chalk in the erasers, or hide the erasers on top of the ceiling fans, or stuff candy wrappers in other students’ desks.
If you’ve been on the internet in the last few days you have no doubt heard about the most recent addition to the #MeToo Wall of Shame—comedian Aziz Ansari.
Note: This piece includes some explicit language, but the language and tone fit with the anger, frustration, and fear that the writer, editor, and others feel. No needless profanity here, only necessary outrage.
Note: Below is a holiday message from our contributing writer, Evan Stark, whose studies focus on Christianity. Progress and Tea wishes everyone a joyous holiday season, no matter how you’re celebrating. We look forward to sharing more pieces with you in the New Year!
Sometimes I end up in situations that I don’t want to be in, and sometimes circumstances lead to blog posts. This is one of those times. A few weeks ago, I found myself at the annual fundraising banquet for a non-profit, pro-life crisis pregnancy and parenting center.
Photo used courtesy of RS Dereen and Julia Valder. All rights reserved.
I know a lot of people look forward to the return of Christmas music, but I slightly dread it.